House of Cards

Chapter 5.

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING⚠️
The following chapter depicts scenes of physical abuse and mental illness. Reader's discretion advised.

We do not support or condone such actions. It is purely for the purpose of awareness.

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I rolled my body to face her. She was awake and she had taken focus on me. I involuntarily beamed. It almost hadn't hit me, the contingencies of the night before, yet I couldn't wipe clean the memory. One browser feed that didn't need clearing.

"Bonjour," I mumbled against Caroline's ear. I kissed the cartilage and nibbled.

"Jimin, you're tickling me!" A deep snicker rumbled out of her chest and so did one from mine.

"I guess I've found your sweet spot?"

"That's every woman's sweet spot."

"Oui."

I started actually tickling her, becoming overwrought with laughter. I abruptly halted my terror and instead, gazed at her soulfully, seducing every part of her. I saw it in her eyes. They do speak.

I trailed my lips down, starting at her chin pecking every part of her chest, not missing a spot. I didn't stop there, as I had just begun. So in between my signs of affection I said, "Why don't... we go... for round... two?"

"Addicted to me already, huh?" she responded.

"Maybe I am, what are you going to do about it?"

Caroline promptly stood out of bed and faced her floor to ceiling window. She encased her body with her arms. She looked straight ahead.

"Qu'est-ce qu'il(What is it)?" I queried.

She didn't answer and continued to gaze at the early morning light. Her naked skin glistened and I couldn't resist. I got up, hugging her from behind and nestled my nose into the crook of her neck. She smelled enchanting. Was she a witch? I wasn't sure but whatever spell she casted was working. I was bewitched.

"Jimin, do you love me?" she asked.

I tilted her head to face me and whispered, "I love you with my whole being."

"Tu es stupide (You're stupid)."

"Well, that's not-"

"I'm Bipolar. M'aimes-tu toujours (Do you still love me)?"

I paused.

"Yes."

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Present Day

Caffeine is an acceptable drug.

My thoughts circulate as I brew a cold cup: iced Americano, the way she prefers. For once my spirits are lifted and I needed my desires tended to, so I trudged over to her lair- office to put my magic hands to work.

The door creaks as I peer it open, holding the doorknob ever so slightly. I slap my hand to stop its quaking shudder. I should not be afraid but I guess love has more than one effect on you.

I straighten and walk in with as much firmness as I can manage.

With every gaze, it is uncountable: the never-ending enamour I am filled with. She started with it long but the new clean-wave bob cut framing her face, brought all her fierceness out. Her untameable, fiery eyes could never. She kept her bangs: her signature at the bottom of an unbinding contract. She was tied to them.